Some of those are super-cool. I especially like the fifth and ninth photos.

*sigh*
i love flying cats filled with blind hunting rage
*suffers from flying cat withdrawl*

i love flying cats filled with blind hunting rage

Man, me too. Um, where they're not flying toward me.

Ha! I knew I'd seen that last one before!

. . . no wonder he didn't respond to all the commenters suggesting he crop his foot out of the picture . . .

that one is the rock god pose of all kittydom

madame, you find the nicest things for us. I love it!

(*Wishing I had the photography chops to take such gorgeous on-the-fly pictures of my dear leaper, who could put these babies to shame*)

I miss my kitty. She lives with my mum now, in NZ, and I haven't seen her for a long time. She used to be able to run along a wall, halfway along the living room. And she could leap.
thanks a lot, madame, you've made me home-kitty-sick!

kmellis, those are my two faves too - love #5 with the claws out, what a ferocious beast. And in #9, the jumper has an attentive audience, too funny.

melissa may, we demand flying cat videos. ethylene & gaspode need them!

good connection, yhbc!

My kitten is insane like that too. You need lots of light to get fast photos like that, though.

Poetry in motion!

I love it that adampsyche has a flickr tag called "omfg".

How did this escape our cute-radar? Or this? And... wheeeeeee... bunnnniez!

Woohoo! Go, kittays!

i love it when the reaction is
"holy crap"

there's something wrong with this one
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did i mentioned i have disabled by cute?
i'm glad he knows bubees
but to quote a comment:
"and yes, i would eat the hell out of it. with fries."

gaspode, my cat is still in NZ too. But he's no lithe kitty anymore. Still miss him but.

How did this escape our cute-radar?

Aaaaaawwww! That kitten though, is so planning on wolfing down that chinchilla as soon as the picture's been taken. He's eying him up.

IIik, weirdness, now squares omn the photo said the exact same thing. That didn't show up for me before.

I love those pics - cats are just natural born killers.

Here's my cat being rather more chilled out.

hehe, sexay pose there kitty. ;)

Last night cat Isis backed out of the living room, got front-down-back-up, ran and *attacked* the scratching post. Completely dominated it.

did she do the preattack buttwiggle? i love that.

dodgy: you should be grateful your cat doesn't sit on top of your telly and stare you down, a very disconcerting habit of a friend's dotty feline, who also was in conflicted lust/hate with my hand.
Another friend woke up to find the same cat chewing on his goatee, staring him down.

i'm thankful adampsyche's pics aren't loading. i fell in for hours yesterday and had a cute chest pains

dodgygeezer, your feline looks exactly like my dear departed izzy. She was a gentle little creature until threatened, and then morphed into something from the exorcist. When at her ferocious best, she often stood on her back legs and walked like a bear, most amusing - wish I had pics of that.

It's nothing special, but one of ours used to do a a little gymnastics routine.

the preattack buttwiggle - lurve that!
Mingus is talented!
*pines for her cats* Mine are at mommies house and at a friend in New York (because I couldn't bring him over to Sweden, stupid Quarantine laws). Must go call my cats now.
Calls two other countries, makes strange kitty noises to phone for 30 minutes, gets astronomical phonebill

I am awash in fuzzy feelings.

did she do the preattack buttwiggle? i love that.

me, too.

It's been 8 months since my cat, Simone, died and I'm still missing her terribly. This sucks. I want her to come back to life and lie on the bed next to me, purring. And maybe a butt wiggle as she prepares to attack the wily milk container ring.

i had a dream after phil was killed.
Penn and Teller were owned a dive of old dark wood and dim lights and were working the bar.
Teller did all the talking [i love his voice] of what little ther was, trying to shut up Penn, who was doing tricks with eggs.
i asked if i could do the shot glass trick [moving the egg from one shot glass to another without touching it] when Teller started doing "egg tricks", smashing them together to make a smash that would turn into a whole egg, that would then hatch into a little chicken, and then a mass. At five eggs, the egg mass spun into a whole egg and flew off the bar, into the wall by the jukebox.
And there appeared phil.

i ran up to hug him tightly
and then after too soon
i knew he was dead and i had to let him go
and he looked back once
and i woke up

Simone was an indoor-only cat. She stayed for a time with my dad and his wife when I moved to Austin and they insisted she be declawed, so she was vulnerable when outside. And she didn't know it: she hated all other animals and pretty much all other humans except me. She'd chase other housecats away. In all (not that many) occasions that happened, I never saw another cat stand up to her and, instead, they run away with her chasing them out of her "safety zone". And, I've seen and known too many cats who were killed on the street by cars. So, you see, I was anxious about Simone being outside.

And, as I've mentioned, there was a stretch in the last five years where I lived alone for longer than I ever have, and she was my only companion. She was 14 when she died. I didn't photograph her the way many other people photograph their cats--to my deep regret now, I don't have any good photos of her. True, I lost some digital photos I'd taken.

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Occasionally, I'd have nightmares where me or, usually, someone else was responsible for allowing Simone outside and then she'd get lost. Worse, sometimes we were on a trip and she got out and I knew she wouldn't know where she was. I'd get frantic, very frightened, panicked.

Anyway, the day that Simone died (and I was out of town with her back at my apartment, someone looking after her) I had one of those dreams. I awoke nervous about her, as you do when you have these sorts of dreams about loved ones and animal companions.

I really wish I'd been here. I came home and, as if by magic, she was gone. My aunt had put away all her stuff--it was like I didn't have a cat.

Honestly, I don't do relationship loss very well in any context. I'm going to be a wreck when one of my parents dies. I hate it when living creatures die. It'd be easier, I guess, if I believed in some sort of afterlife, but I don't, and solidly don't.